Page 12 of Ravished By the Ravens

Magnus draws lazy patterns on Asher’s stomach, watching as Hanan kneels between Asher’s legs. “You’re absolutely right.”

“So you two are in charge now? I see how it is,” Hanan laughs. “I have two brats on my hands now. That’s nice.” He sounds exasperated, but the soft look in his eyes betrays him.

“Oh, stop complaining. You love it,” Magnus retorts.

Asher just smiles, happy to just listen to their bickering forever. It’s soothing in a way, making him feel even more at home.

“I do.” Hanan shakes his head, smiling. From a drawer by the side of the bed, he pulls out a half-full bottle of lube. “For some reason.”

Magnus’s hands never stop moving, and as Hanan crawls back between Asher’s legs, he slides them down his thighs, spreading them further. “Hanan is a big boy. You got to give him more room,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Big in every way. We’ll need to make sure you’re ready for him.”

“You’re going to scare him, love.” Hanan pops the lid off the bottle and squeezes a dollop onto his fingers. Asher’s cock twitches in interest. “How will he ever want to take both of us if he’s scared we won’t fit?”

Asher’s heart skips a beat, and his eyes can’t help but drop to Hanan’s proud cock standing between his legs. It is big. Bigger than anything Asher had ever taken before, and if the member pressing against his back is anything to go by—Magnus’s isn’t smaller.

“I can do it,” he says. “I want it.”

“Oh, I know you do, sweetheart.” Magnus nuzzles against his neck. “But we’ll start with one.”

The first touch against his hole has Asher gasp, both at the coldness of the lube and the feeling of finally getting what he wants. It doesn’t matter that he’s already come two times today—he needs more.

“More,” he says instantly.

“Greedy,” Magnus whispers.

Hanan just chuckles, but still presses the tip of a finger past Asher’s rim. He’s so relaxed and wanting that there’s next-to-no resistance. It just feels good to finally have something breaching him. His cock is fully hard again.

Asher squirms against Magnus as Hanan’s finger sinks deeper, slowly pumping in and out of him to stretch him open. It doesn’t take long for a second to join the first, and then a third.

“You’re taking me so well,” Hanan says. “Can’t wait to be inside you.”

“Hurry up then,” Asher whines.

“So greedy,” Magnus hisses, sneaking a bite to Asher’s throat, then adds, “He thinks he’s ready, Han.”

“Is that so?” Hanan scissors his fingers open for a moment before withdrawing them. “I guess he is, then.”

Hanan snatches up the lube again and squeezes more onto his fingers. Asher can’t tear his gaze away from his big, hard cock as Hanan smears the lube all over it, jerking his hand up and down a couple of times.

He crowds Asher against Magnus’s chest, pressing all their bodies together and kissing Asher’s lips. “Tell me if it becomes too much,” he says as he lowers his hips flush against Asher’s.

Magnus winds his arms around Asher’s chest, holding him tight as Hanan presses his cock against Asher’s wet hole.

“Deep breath,” Magnus says, cupping one of Asher’s pecs and rubbing a thumb over his nipple. “Make sure you’re all relaxed.”

He pinches the nipple between his fingers just as Hanan sinks in, pressing into Asher’s body inch by inch.

It’s overwhelming how much Hanan stretches him as he slides home. But it feels so fucking good. Asher’s breaths turn into shallow gasps of pleasure. Hanan stills for a moment when he bottoms out, giving Asher a moment to get used to him.

“Move,” Asher says, spreading his legs further and hooking them loosely around Hanan’s hips.

The pace Hanan sets is slow to start, building with each thrust. Asher can feel each vein and ridge along his cock brushing against his walls, and catching on his rim. He’s so big. Asher genuinely starts to question exactly how he’ll be able to take them both in the future. But it won’t stop him from trying.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Hanan groans, grabbing hold of Asher’s hips with his rough hands.

“Yeah?” Magnus asks, taking a break from torturing Asher’s chest to look down to where they’re connected. “How?” He’s breathless, his cock hard where it presses against Asher’s back.

“He’s so tight.” Hanan speeds up, thrusting harder and harder. “And warm. Fuck. He’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Sorry. But I’ve—” A moan bursts past Hanan’s lips, and he throws his head back in pleasure. “He’s amazing. Mind-blowing.”